Grief

Entry Two: The In-Between

My birthday is this week. Christmas is next. And today, my body stopped. I’ve been sick all day—the kind of sick that doesn’t come from nowhere. The kind that has been building quietly while I kept going. While I showed up. While I held space. While I told myself I could deal with it later. Last week, I didn’t fall apart. I stayed functional. I stayed useful. I stayed busy. I cried, but only in small doses. In between tasks. In the car. In the shower. Just enough to release p

Entry one: The day everything broke